Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.